No, Samandriel thought desperately. No. no no no no. He tried to pull away, but there was no give in the vampire's grip on him. His head whirled while they walked, searching for even the slightest hint of a familiar or willing face to help him.
The moment they disappeared into the building, he knew all hope was lost. What was it Mitchell said to him? He wasn't ever expected to do something he didn't want to do? He was terrified. No matter how much he pulled or his legs scrambled, he got nowhere. Would it have really mattered if he had broken free anyway? The vampire had proven from the start of their interaction that he had the upperhand. If Samandriel escaped it would only be because the Spartan wished him to and that might just be to catch him again.
Still in the ancient vampire's grip, he heard the lock of the door click behind him. The sound felt far more profound than it had any right to. It was sealing his fate, ensuring that whatever this vampire wanted of him would be given and all the former angel had to do was survive. He tried to push away anyway if only to get a view of his surroundings that he wasn't even sure he wanted.